Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(17)

No, I made the right choice when I decided to wait for the right man to claim my virginity.

"It's  …  so good," I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits each time  Austin thrusts, every single muscle in my body as taut as a nocked  arrow.

"It's fucking perfect," he groans, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks  over and over again. "You're so fucking tight, Ashley …  you're so fucking  perfect," he continues, his words finding their way into my mind like  some enchantment. Allowing one hand to wander around my waist, he then  allows two of his fingers to fall down and he presses them against my  clit; without a moment's hesitation, he starts rubbing my clit while he  fucks me, the rhythm of his fingers and cock in perfect harmony.

Right now, I feel like the luckiest woman on Earth. Most women just give  up their virginity to some half-drunk guy on the backseat of a car, and  I had the opportunity to wait and do it the right way. I don't know  what I did in some past life, but it sure as hell must've been something  important-at least important enough for karma to repay me with a man as  handsome as Austin.

"You're so good, Austin," I moan, throwing my head and allowing the warm  water to cascade down my body. "You're so  …  so fucking good," I  continue, the words caressing my throat on the way up like honeyed wine.

"No, you're good," he says, grabbing my hair and forcing me to keep my  head thrown back as he slams his cock into me, his thighs slapping my  ass over and over again. My inner walls are being pushed back by his  thickness with each thrust of his, and I seriously doubt that my pussy  will ever be the same after this  …  and I don't care, I really don't. As  long as I can have his cock, I don't care about anything.

The only problem with all this? I think I've just became a sex addict.  Except, of course, I've only became addicted to Austin's glorious 12  inches. It's not that surprising, anyway; I think that every woman that  ever experienced Austin's cock has become addicted to it.

"Oh, God, I think that I'm close," I whisper, my voice so low that I can  barely hear my own words. Groaning, Austin doesn't even offer me a  reply; he just lets go of my hair and grabs me by the hips, keeping me  in place he slams his cock into me with all of his might.

I have to take a deep breath and still myself, trying to stop myself from falling forward and crashing against the wall.

"Come, Ashley, come for me," Austin says into my ear, his words causing a  chain reaction inside my body. First my skin prickles, then my nipples  seem to become harder than they've ever been. My breathing becomes  ragged and, at the same time, a ball of fire seems to have taken over my  belly. A kind of exhilarating pressure starts building up and, in a  fraction of a second, that chain reaction collapses.

My eyes roll in their orbits and, at the same time, an avalanche of  pleasure crashes against me. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound  leaves my lips. I just gasp for air, my brain trying to process what the  hell is happening inside of me. How is such pleasure possible? My God, I  never even knew that to feel this much ecstasy was even possible. But  it is, oh God, it is.

My pussy has tightened up around Austin's cock, choking it like a vice,  and every single muscle in my body is acting as if I'm being zapped by a  Taser. Twitching and spasming, my muscles grow tired from the effort  and, when I realize it, I have my face pressed against the tiles in the  wall.         

     



 

"That was … " I trail off as Austin starts thrusting again, fanning the  flames of ecstasy that are dancing inside my mind. He pistons into me  with all of his strength and, if he doesn't break this maddening rhythm,  I know it won't take that long for me to cum again. And, by all means,  let it happen fast; I can hardly wait to feel that kind of pleasure  again.

"That was perfect," Austin whispers against my ear, bucking his hips  against me with wild intensity. "And so is this," he groans, burying his  cock so deep inside of me that I don't feel the orgasm sneaking up on  me. It just happens in a heartbeat; one moment I'm feeling his inches  slide deep inside my pussy and, the next, fireworks are going off inside  my skull and behind my closed eyes.

Amplifying all that, his cock starts pulsing at the same time, hammering  against my inner walls. Realizing that he's about to cum, I thrust back  against him, somehow having enough clarity to do it. That does it for  him.

The moment my ass cheeks slap his thighs I feel his warm seed spilling  inside my pussy. His cock throbs violently, an endless stream of semen  filling my pussy fast. I can feel thick ropes of cum already dripping  down my thighs, the warm water washing all that way.

Moving slowly, Austin slides his cock out of my pussy, each inch that  goes out making me shudder. The emptiness his cock leaves behind feels  almost heartbreaking, and I can't wait to have him inside of me again.

"I  …  don't even know what to say," I whisper, finding enough strength to  turn on my heels. Our eyes meet and, suddenly, I'm hit by the  realization that the pleasure I've felt was more than just physical.  Whether I like it or not, I'm falling for Austin.

And I'm falling hard.

"You don't need to say a thing," he whispers, running one hand through  my hair and offering me a gentle smile. "You were perfect," he  continues, softly brushing his lips against mine and kissing me in a way  that makes my heart flutter inside my chest. "But I have one thing to  ask you."

"What?"

"Are your cameras recording? I hope so," he tells me with a smirk,  raising one finger and pointing up at the ceiling. I follow his finger  with my gaze, and my eyes land on the mini-camera I have set up there.  When I started my company, investing in a high-tech security system for  my apartment was one of the first things I did. "Yeah, I know all about  your security system," Austin chuckles, reading my thoughts.

"Yes, everything's recorded," I grin at him, throwing my head and closing my eyes, a genuine laugh bubbling up to my lips.





18





Austin





I never thought that being with a woman could be this special.

But, God, fucking Ashley was extraordinary. Something out of this world.  And to think that I'm her first man, that no one else has done this  with her …  What have I done to deserve this opportunity? Seems like God  has decided to favor me.

"What are you thinking about?" Ashley asks me as she steps out of the  tub and wraps a cotton towel around her naked body. I watch her as she  does it, smiling as I take in the perfect curves of her body. Just  looking at her is enough to make my cock twitch. Yeah, I'm almost ready  to go again.

"Thinking of you," I say and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I  almost regret saying them. I mean, I sound like a wuss. Who says shit  like this? Maybe someone who's in love, but that's not me. I'm not the  kind of guy to fall in love or any of that bullshit. I'm a realist. But  Ashley  …  I mean, Jesus, Ashley is something else.

Pushing all these thoughts to the back of my mind, I get out of the tub  and grab one of the towels hanging behind the door; drying my hair and  chest with it, I then wrap it around my waist and follow Ashley to her  bedroom.

"Liar, you're just thinking of my pussy," Ashley tells me, spinning around and throwing me one of her delicious smiles.

"Well, that too," I reply. "I mean, after having a taste, it's not like I can think of anything else."

"Oh?" Her smile widens and then she hooks her fingers on the towel. "So  what happens if I do this?" She gives the towel a gentle tug and the  fabric falls down from her body, and my heart tightens up like a fist as  her breasts and curves reveal themselves to me. Yeah, I know I saw her  naked just 30 seconds ago, but what am I going to do? She drives me  fucking crazy …  and she knows it.

"Well, if you do that, I might have to do the same." With that, I let  the towel fall from my waist, my cock twitching again as I do it. Yeah,  if she keeps teasing me like this I'm going to be as hard as a rock soon  enough.

"Want to see how you fared back there?" she asks me, pointing with her  chin at the bathroom behind me. "Or is that going to bruise your ego?"

"My ego can take it," I grin, taking one step toward her.

"Maybe it can, maybe it can't," she replies in a heartbeat, turning her  back to me and walking toward the nightstand. From inside it, she takes a  tablet and taps the screen twice; as it lights up, she then taps it a  few more times and the giant flat screen mounted on the wall facing her  bed turns on. "Ready?"

"Show me," I tell her, turning to face the TV with one arched eyebrow.  Even though I've done some crazy shit in the past, I've never been  curious enough to record any of my sex marathons. I'd rather do it than  watch it, but right now …  I don't know; I just want to relive that moment  from moments ago. I want to see the expression on her face as my cock  slid inside her pussy and robbed her of her virginity.